"Do you have cash?" but before I could answer, Effie had stepped over the spliced cord and had started haggling with a driver in one of the taxis parked along the kerbside.
She spoke in Swahili. Standing beside her as she leaned forward to haggle, I admired her vivacity and determination. Luo. Kikuyu and white - and female. Effie's was a winning mixture.
To me she said, "It's not more than ten minutes and it's still early for the rush hour but this guy wants six hundred bob to take you to Kileleshwa. "
"OK."
"Give me the money and I'll find a taxi at four hundred ."